The Old Farmer's Daughter has little tidbits of useful knowledge from the old days worked into stories of life on the farm, Growing up on a family farm, farming and housekeeping in the 1950s, Barns farms and the farmhouse, try to post new story every Monday....
Monday, March 6, 2017
The Swamp in Winter
While the swamp was spooky in the summertime,
In the winter it creaked and groaned as the frozen
trees blew gently in the cold breeze.
We would try to quietly tramp through the crusty snow
breaking through sometimes, good boots were a plus.
We would find tracks of aquatic mammals like muskrat.
An occasional deer track passed through, maybe it was
that big buck the hunters had reported.
There was the elusive ermine, In the prized winter coat of a weasel.
If you stood quietly the squirrels would start to chatter
and run up and down the trees, occassionally leaping from one to another.
Birds...there were kingfishers and crows.
Hawks, woodpeckers, and starlings.
Life was bountiful if you knew where to look,
even in the depth of winter.